| A Lick of Paint |
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| I know you’re listening |
| I know you’re there |
| I’ll cut the dick act |
| Pull up a chair |
| We get listless |
| And worn with age |
| I can see it now |
| There’s crack in the paint |
| There’s no shame in |
| Shutting down |
| But we could say more |
| And think aloud |
| It wasn’t you |
| It didn’t break |
| But we could use |
| A lick of paint |
| Remember Idaho |
| With nothing to do? |
| It can get like that |
| Sometimes it should |
| There’s medications |
| We can take |
| But they kill our judgement |
| And strip the paint |
| There is time |
| So take some rest |
| Don’t worry too much |
| It can be repaired |
| It could be me |
| Who’s to blame |
| I think I need |
| A lick of paint |
